In days ago, when God’s people strayed,
And death itself walked through His land;
He rose from the rank’s men, and a woman,
And used them to save His own.
Neither Priest, nor Prophet; not Angel or Saint,
Have been used to answer this call.
All fully human with no talent save one,
Willingness to hear and do.
Some rich, some poor, the wise and the dull
One timid and needing God’s warmth
Some rejected and fleeing family and tribe
A drunk, a rebel, a murderer, and a cheat.
Each accomplished God’s will while held in His hand
With guile, three hundred, a rash vow or a goad
They freed the land of internal threat
And peace followed each for a time
Do we see again a man answering that call,
Of invading armies raiding our land?
Fallen and rash, yet still hearing the call,
To fight even when all believe it is lost.
Rejected, condemned, attacked, and impeached
But refusing to abandoned the fight, the fight
Anointed with blood on ear, thumb, and toe
And the blast of victory only he could attain.
Do you think God is rumored in the dust of old books
But no longer engaged in the fight?
That God has now abandoned His own, his own
To a cold, dark universe of blight?
And death itself walked through His land;
He rose from the rank’s men, and a woman,
And used them to save His own.
Neither Priest, nor Prophet; not Angel or Saint,
Have been used to answer this call.
All fully human with no talent save one,
Willingness to hear and do.
Some rich, some poor, the wise and the dull
One timid and needing God’s warmth
Some rejected and fleeing family and tribe
A drunk, a rebel, a murderer, and a cheat.
Each accomplished God’s will while held in His hand
With guile, three hundred, a rash vow or a goad
They freed the land of internal threat
And peace followed each for a time
Do we see again a man answering that call,
Of invading armies raiding our land?
Fallen and rash, yet still hearing the call,
To fight even when all believe it is lost.
Rejected, condemned, attacked, and impeached
But refusing to abandoned the fight, the fight
Anointed with blood on ear, thumb, and toe
And the blast of victory only he could attain.
Do you think God is rumored in the dust of old books
But no longer engaged in the fight?
That God has now abandoned His own, his own
To a cold, dark universe of blight?
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